Dear, ’98s, happy 2025! When you were a bright-eyed freshman sloshing through the snow as you walked across the Green during winter term, how did you imagine your life 30 years into the future? How would the younger you react to your life today?
Dear, ’98s! Summer is often a time when our lives slow down. It’s a time when many of us take vacations, read books and articles, and seek adventure. I can’t believe that the summer of 1994 was 30 years ago!
Dear ’98s! First, I’m excited to follow in Gabe Galetti’s gargantuan footsteps as I take the reins as class secretary. Thank you, Gabe, for helping to keep our classmates connected over the years!
Greetings for the last time! My five-year stint as class secretary is up, and the role now passes to Carline (Dorcena) Durocher. No doubt she will do a fantastic job keeping us apprised all the way to our 30th reunion.
So did you hear that we had a reunion? As I write this, it is a little less than two months away. But this column should run slightly after the reunion, which I bet was just smashing.